Air
Grasping for air, for I can barely breathe.
You hardly notice that you're suffocating me.
As my heart races, faster and faster,
I can feel my blood rushing through my body.
I start to turn red and go pale in the face.
But for you can't see what your torture is doing to me.
We inhale and exhale, my heart beating a different beat.
Slowly, you let go and I begin to breathe.
This poem is about:
Me